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I wrote a poem on the bus this afternoon called "composite sketches". It's too new to appear here, but maybe in the future. I remember wondering who I was writing about. It referenced White Center which usually means certain things I won't get into. I also was worried I was predicting the future. It turns out, in a way, I was. I really hate when that happens.

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